I can see the city from here.
Blue yarn weaving in and out of yellow,
still stretched across the loom.
It sits amid the ocean
that matches your jeans
and the pink mountains
with the lavender shadows.
And between the mountains
and where we sit,
there is a road
that twists around
in no particular direction.
To feel that freedom,
with only the wind
to command your hair.
To fly around the curves,
with the navy trees
blurring past us.
To end up on that beach,
with the sand
that matches your skin.
To escape the rigid lines of the metropolis,
on the road
that leads anywhere.
But today
well return
to that rigid grey scene
poured beneath our feet,
and wait nervously
for tomorrow.
Great description, I can see it perfectly. The vivid colors remind me of a sunset, and I can picture the road winding around the mountain side. I too wish I could just pick up and leave the cities behind, a beach would be as good as any location, but as the end of your poem conveys, that's just not possible. It's a shame we must always return. I hope I was on point in my interpretation.
Hm. With each poem of yours that I read I find myself seeing images and sights that I myself have known and value very greatly. The sky, the water, mountains... such beauty is in your words, beauty that I too wish to capture in poetic form. Congratulations!
Absolutely amazing writing
this painted a colorful image of beauty of the natural world, to the ugliness that we created in our own world, the created one.
You have quite a way with words
this piece moved me
thank you for entering my contest
Kimi, magnificent, to me it is like looking through the lens of a camera, snapping and then looking a the whole picture, I can see all the details and feel your emotion, that is good poetry.
Antony
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